Zhu Zhanji sniffed silently.

There was a faint smell of inferior powder in the air.

And his second uncle stared at him silently and grinned silently.

It seemed like a little proud smile.

Zhu Zhanji shook his head helplessly.

The cousin Zhu Zhanhe, who was following him, looked at his indecent father with a helpless look on his face.

Looking at the car curtains that were not swaying with the wind, and the scenes that were revealed behind the car curtains.

Zhu Zhanhe doesn't need to guess, everyone knows what happened along the way just now.

Looking at the unobstructed eyes of everyone present, Zhu Gaoxu smiled.

He walked forward, slapped his cub in the back of the head, and then turned his hand to pat his eldest nephew on the shoulder.

Finally, Zhu Gaoxu pulled Zhu Zhanji and walked into the Kyoto Imperial Garden.

As he walked, Zhu Gaoxu said, "Just ask you, why are you so anxious to call me over? What is the reason for?"

The eldest nephew is absolutely impossible. It is because he is exhausted because he is worried that he will always be in front of the battlefield, so he specially found himself back to enjoy the service of the Japanese girls for a while.

He was more willing to believe that he had opened his arms to accept the matter of those who defected to the Japanese girls, and was dissatisfied by his eldest nephew, so he asked him to give him a lecture.

Zhu Zhanji smiled: "Grandpa the emperor sent someone to send me a message and asked me to hold a family banquet to reward my second uncle."

Another family dinner?

When Zhu Zhanji mentioned the family banquet, Zhu Gaoxu thought of the family banquet he had not long ago in Hangzhou Prefecture.

It's the same family dinner.

After he finished eating, he appeared here.

He endured the continuous exploitation of those Japanese girls.

So at this time, when he heard the word "family dinner", Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but be alert, fearing that he would be sent to somewhere by this dark-hearted nephew to rescue the women there.

So, Zhu Gaoxu smiled and said nothing.

Men won’t like your trick!

Zhu Zhanji also smiled, twisted his arm, and went from being pulled by his second uncle to being pulled by him.

Zhu Zhanji said: "The old monk is going to die. The old man hopes that I can go back before the old monk dies so that I can see him in person."

A slap.

Zhu Gaoxu was panicked when he heard the news and was stunned.

He asked with some disbelief: "The old monk is really not long after he died?"

Zhu Gaoxu was not a fool. He knew very well that the death of the old monk was not just the death of a person who helped their family enter Yingtian City.

The death of the old monk means that the previous generation has begun to enter the end of their lives.

one.

one.

The death of the old monk will inevitably trigger a change of power in the court.

Zhu Gaoxu couldn't believe it: "Are you ready to return to Beijing?"

Zhu Zhanji nodded: "The old man wants me to go back to Beijing in his words, but he can't do it if he doesn't reply?"

It seems that the old man wants his eldest nephew to go back and collect power!

Zhu Gaoxu suddenly felt a little funny, and then said with a smile: "So, you asked me to come here to be in charge of military and political affairs in Japan."

Let the second uncle take charge of Japan?

Zhu Zhanji thought for a while, then pointed his hand forward: "Today, we will not hold a banquet in the hall, nor will we be anywhere else, but on this open space in Kyoto Imperial Garden."

After saying that, Zhu Zhanji gave an apology look at his second uncle.

Although Zhu Gaoxu was a little surprised, he was more looking forward to it.

He waved his hand: "I guess singing and dancing are indispensable! I have heard that in Japan, the powerful and powerful like the old customs of the previous Tang Dynasty. I wonder if I can see it with my own eyes today?"

Zhu Zhanji kept it a secret.

He stretched out his hands and raised them in the air and slapped.

A group of officers and soldiers carried tables and chairs and came out from a distance.

The officers and soldiers of the Huotou Battalion, who acted as waiters, wore aprons and brought up some of the delicious dishes they had just made.

The Nangong Gate in Kyoto Imperial Garden is wide open.

From the outside, you can clearly see the scene inside.

And walk up the open space in the square behind Nangong Gate.

A banquet has begun.

"I heard that Zheng Zhong has already dug a lot of silver?"

During the meal, Zhu Gaoxu, who had already drunk a lot of wine, raised his empty glass and asked in a low voice.

He was holding his eldest nephew's neck to make the distance between them as close as possible.

In fact, His Highness the King of Han drank a lot of wine.

The smell of alcohol sprayed from his mouth made Zhu Zhanji frown silently.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to pour wine for his second uncle, Zhu Zhanji broke free from the other party's constraints and spoke: "Those silver will be temporarily sealed. You may have to wait until after returning to Beijing this time, everything will go smoothly before it will be useful."

"You have to use the silver when you dig it out!" Zhu Gaoxu blushed and widened his eyes, looking a little dissatisfied.

There is no reason why I have worked hard to dig out the ore and smelted silver ingots, but I still have to seal it up.

The money spent is the real money.

Otherwise, it's just a bunch of good-looking metal.

Even this pile of metal will slowly lose the luster they should have over time.

Zhu Zhanji turned a deaf ear and spoke loudly: "Now, my nephew wants to invite my second uncle to see the Japanese style!"

"Tiger!"

The officers and soldiers who acted as guards around immediately roared.

This change made Zhu Gaoxu temporarily put down his money, straightened his back and stood up, raised his head and looked forward.

Several people were washed clean and replaced by people with unique Japanese service. At the request of the officers and soldiers on both sides, they tried hard to squeeze out smiling faces.

There is no need for someone to jump to a high platform to introduce these people who started playing.

Seeing these people appear, the people present already recognized their identities.

The person who is the leader is King Shiren of the Japanese.

That is, Japan was called Emperor Guang before.

Then came the Muromachi Shogunate Ashikaga Yoshihisa.

Afterwards, there were a group of powerful people in Japan who held power.

Of course, now they will do their best to contribute to the Japanese style to the royal nobles of the Ming Dynasty.

Whether it is Shiren or Ashikaga Yoshiji, their faces are painted like snow.

Their lips were painted with a bright red heart.

The creaking clogs seemed to be very incompatible with their feet.

Zhu Gaoxu was obviously stunned when he looked at this scene.

If he remembered correctly, some of the Japanese girls he comforted were dressed like this.

So seeing this scene at this time made Zhu Gaoxu subconsciously stretch his neck, so as to stop the already overturned stomach and intestines from gushing out.

Shiren, Ashikaga Yoshiki and others had already appeared in front of everyone. They half-squatted and began to move left and right, then reached out to the top and slapped left and right.

The long and somewhat weird Japanese music echoed over the entire Kyoto Imperial Garden, making the atmosphere of this banquet extremely strange.

Even Zhu Gaoxu could only chuckled helplessly, and he joked: "Is this the enemy chief performing a dance?"

"Second uncle, Zhanhe will be in charge of all military and political affairs in Japan! After I return to Beijing..."

Bang!

The wine glass in the hand of His Highness Han King of the Ming Dynasty fell to the ground for some reason.

And Shiren, Ashikaga Yoshiki, and others who were intoxicated with the dance, stopped their subsequent movements in panic and stopped in an awkward position.

"Zhu Zhanhe!"

Zhu Gaoxu called out to his son who was about to pick up the wine glass for him, staring at the other party with his eyes tightly.
To be continued...